My Favourite Living Soul

My favourite living soul
Persisting within me
Composing me as a puerile
Styling me as a gentle one
Conducting all my electrons of tantrums
Prepared for me as an sheath
Winding up all my misery
Showering up me with all his cheer
Set to go till extremity
My favorite living soul
Persisting within me
Declaring you as my beloved
Thanking you for lot
Flowering me with lovely memories
You would always be my Best Loved
My closest to the heart
My ever time Constant
My favorite living soul
You melt my heart
You will forever be my part
I adore you a lot
My feelings are infinite
You complete me
You are the sunshine of my life

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In the generation of Pencilhood
Life was filled with fun, enjoyment and lively
Was tensionfree having an eraser as a magic tool
That days were unforgettable and catchy
Soon the time rushed
And I entered the era of Penhood
Filled up with responsibility, challenges and wisdom
The blunders now can't be erased
Life now not left so easy
Time moved and made me self-reliant
Learnt to fill up the ink in empty pen
Dealed with the leaking pens
Handled the messy strains
Catched-on the mistakes and frame it out
Grasped the potential to write correctly
As the time flattered it encouraged to sketch me finer

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Sail To The Cradle Age

Crave to fly back to that pace
Rather breathing in this stage
Owning all the griefs
And no hold to the glee
Staying with hostility
Somewhere lost all the flexibility
Having none besides in bugaboo
But only one, my engaged shadow
So, craving to fly back to that pace
Where I was beloved
Had a herd to dally
With full of joviality
Always would be the dearest
In all the toughest
Holding the own's laxity
Never let it being sticky
Always being cheerful and naive
Crave to fly back to that pace

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One day if I die.....

One day if I die
Come to see me for last

One day if I die
Don't cry at my grave
Just support my parents

One day if I die
Don't hang my frame on wall
Just try to make my poems well known

One day if I die
And you want to know about me
Visit my poems
You would found me

One day if I die
I request my family to forgive and forget me
And I would be always thankful to have them

One day, when I sleep for the last
Just promise me not to cry
And keep me alive in my poems

The day which would be my last
I hope my soul leaves me while writing
And get a death by finishing my passion

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Time Remade All That

It's a story of the one who earlier
Brought beam of joy in my cheerlessness
Hold my hand and brought me in light
Catch the hidden grief behind smiling face
Be my shadow in new path
Be my support system in the obstacles
And all of a sudden a lot changed
The previous one now became
A radio uttering all my missteps
Being irresponsible from me
Having zero sentiments towards me
Always rebuking me for my faults
Grating all my griefs again and again
as it heals a bit
She feels a sin to have me as a offspring
Once who used to be my support system
Now whispers about my character
Which appears to me as the biggest humilation

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The Fable

Long ago, she used to be very joyous
Having all the bliss of life
But a happening occurred suddenly
And stole all her glee
A childish, joyful, mischievous, annoying girl
Got replaced into
A girl filled with melancholy
Turning all her mischiefs into mourn
Holding no reason to survive
As her forebears turned into newcomers
Having no hold, right, affection and fondness
Owns turned into foe
Ruining herself from inwards
Now living a span
Filled with starin, hopelessness and lovelessness
Making her empty and heavy-hearted
Effecting her to replace own's identity
From a childish to cheerless girl

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THE DYING BUILDING


A shaded roof
With closed windows and doors
Thousands of webs and lizards
The desk with no stuff
No light, no fan
With a huge board
And the time ticking on it's head
With many chairs
But not even single soul to sit beyond
Making the class an empty room
And empty school
With covering of open sky
Waiting for a downpour
For the good nurisment
But not the children to play
And the school stays quite


-Harshraj Chauhan

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I find something new in you
Hiding mysteries from others
I find
A hidden child inside you
which wants to enjoy and be childish
do such dramas like a baby
and want to be loved by everyone
A grown up man
which has responsibilities
also being mature
A best friend
who crosses any limits for friendship
by being available each moment
But I also find
Some grief hidden within you
and don't want to remember that
but sometime it hurts you a lot
Reading you has always being fun
As I would be standing besides you in every crunch

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To be oneself
I ruined all the confines
Made by the elites
Toughing harder and smarter
Making sky high hops
From the pocket of limitations
Rebuilting myself
Being stiff agleam and sovereign
Making my own identity
Of being oneself
Sparkling like a different star
Setting a new limit
Which is beyond limitations
Flapping in the blue
And having an own sparke

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There is only one hand
The hand attached to my soul
The hand joint with my heart
The hands which are always there
Are my own hands
Supporting me like my shadow
Always ready for the help
Understanding and supportive
For each obstacles I face
No hope for other hands
For the help and support
No concern for me
It's just one hand
Which helps me in my tackling moments

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